Chapter 463 Aiyo, my dear granny!

Amid the green hills and clear waters, a floating cloud, a mountain cave, an ancient tree—when the mid-afternoon sun cast its golden light, filtering through the gaps in the leafy canopy, it speckled down like stars, as if a butterfly had flitted through Zhuangzi's grand dream.

The early winter wind carried a hint of persistence, as did the fragrance of withered flowers. A touch of lethargy, a touch of desolation softened the heart.

"You stay here, don't go anywhere else, this tree can protect you."